Saturday morning, I got in the tree way early, a good 40 minutes before any light. As light broke, a doe came by with a little buck behind her. No shot, I just watched them trot by. I wore the wrong boots, because at around 8:30, my feet were freezing. I pulled a pack of warmers from my pack and proceeded to tear the package open and pull my boots off (not an easy task!). As I put the last boot back on, I hear something behind me. I turn and see him heading right for me, directly downwind. I grab the bow, he stops, looking around. I think he caught a whiff of me (or my feet ), I'm thinking, here we go, he's gonna bolt. But no, he keeps coming, but at a faster pace. I pull back, he's 20 yards to my right, I give him a grunt, he stops and I drill him. Perfect double lung with a Bloodrunner, he runs about 30 yards, stops and falls. That's it, not much of a story. But he's a nice 8 with a small extra point on 1 side, and I'm happy to take him!
